Moonspear Let me tell you

Vela's youth came across in her questions, despite the maturity of her control, and Andalusia met the girl with a careful smile, though her brows remained pinched in the fragment of a frown. "We've been through so much together, he's pretty much family by now." But Sebastian was more than that, wasn't he? The words wouldn't cross her tongue, but they did fill her mind and pressed up with the other things unsaid. "There are some friendships that run deeper than blood. And I know that he'd do the same for me."

But she had said enough of herself, and what Vela had blurted before her questions stole her concern. "But what of your friend? Are they lost? Or..." did they leave - though Andalusia allowed that conclusion to linger unspoken between them - implied, but expressed, only if Vela finished the thought herself.